I need More Than One Life

Recently I was contemplating the need to have more than one life. Not just more time in the one I have, but multiple, separate and distinct lives, running simultaneously, but so that I recognize all of them at once.

Is that too much to ask?

All the lives I want have some constants – my husband, kids, grandkids, a few select friends, AND CREATIVITY! I can’t even imagine a life without it!

In the first, I would be content to be a stay at home Gaga, doing a little sewing, a little gardening, a little cooking, a (very) little cleaning – being a very active part of my children and grandchildren’s lives. I would be creative every day, but only in the context of making their lives more beautiful.

In another, we would be independently wealthy, so the kids didn’t have to work, and we would all live in a big compound, probably somewhere in the mountains, on the edge of a big lake, with a creek running through the property, lots of wildlife that came by to visit…deer, moose, racoons.  We would be a bit reclusive, and I would have as much time as I want to spend on my art, but still plenty of time to play with the grandkids, and explore the wilderness.

In yet another, the hub and I would flit from continent to continent doing whatever we want, whenever we want, spending a few months in London, then off to NYC, then to San Francisco, and back to Scotland. I would go on art retreats whenever I wanted, while he worked on his investments from wherever we happened to be. The kids/grandkids would fly out to meet us wherever we were. There would be trips to exotic places, sailing in the Caribbean or the Mediterranean, with a junket to Antarctica or the Galapagos from time to time. Camera in hand I would take fabulous pictures that people were clamoring to purchase and pay ridiculous prices for.

In the next I would own my own business in a prestigious, but quiet place where people flew in from all over the world to purchase my art and see what other delights my shop offered. It would have a studio attached, and I would either paint or construct or play with my wood-working tools whenever I wanted, and chat with customers as the urge struck.

I’m sure if I thought about it, I could come up with other scenarios, but these are enough to contemplate for now!

I find it interesting as I’m dreaming this out that all involve varying degrees of creativity, and all include my family. I guess that’s a good thing!